I Saw My Lady Weepe - text
I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe,
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare.
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve.
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels.
Tears kill the heart, believe;
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe,
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare.
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve.
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels.
Tears kill the heart, believe;
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.
Hudba: John Dowland (1563 -- 1626)
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Dowland - Second Booke Of Songs 1600 (The Consort of Musicke & Emma Kirkby)
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- Then sit thee down and sa..
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- Praise blindness eyes, fo..
- O sweet woods, the deligh..
- If floods of tears could ..
- Fine Knacks for Ladies
- Now cease my wandering ey..
- Come ye heavy states of n..
- White as Lilies was Her F..
- When others sing 'Venite ..
- Woeful heart with grief o..
- A Shepherd in a shade his..
- Faction that ever dwells ..
- Shall I sue, shall I seek..
- Toss not my soul
- Clear or cloudy sweet as ..
- Humour say what makst tho..
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